Soulful Poems Novels & Stories

Encouraging them to keep the faith in God and also in family. After that, it was time for me to give the speech I'd spent hours preparing. I once again climbed the pulpit and started with a poem by Chinonso Chime titled "Immortal"; Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush,

Just then, Ava began to sing. “ The flows of furnace kissed my being, it is now an addiction, I lay in one with its heat, burning my soul, a mystical fascination, a thread of connection, I remain in solitude on planet Saturn. Cremation, combustion, soul ignition. Am I melting? Am I scorching? it's advisable to not come near me, they cannot tame the flame, they will not change the game. Renamed In a distance turn, watch me plunder in distortion, fiercely under inferno's gun, wondrous wonder in planet Saturn. “

The crescent moon standing in radiant light, so does the light linger round our souls, intertwining. The sands standing firm in earthly adornment, like an immovable roadside tree, so does my love stand bellicose and accoutred—a lion, Immortal as God The dusts spiraling into a whirlwind, so does my mind spiral at the thought of you as i teleport into a utopia of endless possibilities.

He sat feeling uncomfortable, he wondered what Sarah was up to. "Ryan, Incase I die, do not weep by my grave." "How...like what do you mean?" He looked at her perplexed. "Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight.

To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul. The black substance stopped within the soul at the area the heart used to be. The soul tried to get it out but it couldn't. I looked at the demon and it breathed in and then out. Suddenly blood started piercing out of the demons jaw and it stared directly at the place where the black substance was. It was only then I had realized the kind of demon I had summoned. This is a demon that create something in a human's soul, that little hope, that little good, and then when the humans are happy, it would squeeze down to bits what that human loved the most.

Her legs wrap around my waist and her hips meet mine in a passionate rhythm. She lets out a soft sob and I look down at her. She wasn't crying because of pain, but of pleasure. I felt it too, the intimate connection between us, a connection I never felt with Jess. I loved her, yes, but this feeling was different. It felt as if my soul was blending with Kelly's, as if it were two pieces of a puzzle coming together. Tears roll down both our cheeks and I kiss her passionately. Her hands grasp at my short hair as she moans through her sobs. Moments later we came in unison and it was the best orgasm I ever had with someone else.

He gave her his widest grin and pecked her lips this time around. "Hmm, lemme pour my own new poem for you. It's a lonely night Silently watching the heaven above that has no gap Quietly wishing it also has the small crack That is separating my heart from being one and whole The stars are getting acquainted to each other Helping the other twinkle And I wish they'd look down at me and flicker the dying Light in my soul and bring it back to life Still watching as the old dry palm branch shaped moon Slowly drifts down to the appointed term

The sea, by its nature, stores in itself something that is not on the Moon and the Sun, namely, the echo of the human soul. Slightly washing the stone shore and washing away traces from the sand, the sea seems to be holding a conversation with everyone. And its words sound in every soul. In some places, waves suddenly rise up, creating the walls which look like a multi-storey building and then descend again. At times, the sea seems to forget that it is part of the world, it begins to live its life showing that it is here, the queen. Carrying a small boat on its calm waves, the sea seemed magnificent to Adelard's soul that time as never before. Seeing in these waves Celeste herself, her out

I still believe That we were meant to happen Even if it weren’t meant to be I think love still can be beautiful Even if you have sift through The pain of a bitter ending To get to sweeter memories I’m glad your path crossed with mine And that once upon a time, We looked at one another Like our eyes held the answer To everything Its going to take me Some time to heal, but I know that what we had was real We changed each other’s hearts And you left an imprint on my soul Despite all that lies between us now I hope that you know That a part of me Will always be Holding you Poems were a way that I expressed my soul and vulnerability. * * *

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?